Lyrics
[Verse]
Alarm clock howlin', rooster in a chokehold,
Cereal killer, pour the milk—bowl’s stone cold.
Kitchen smells funky, grits with a twist,
Smoke thicker than molasses, can't resist.
Snoop in the mirror, hair in a fog,
Hyndrex haze, I’m riffin’ through the smog.
Willy rollin’ papers on my countertop shrine,
Cheech and Chong debates, who’s hittin’ next line?
[Chorus]
Wake and bake, the sun gon' rise,
Clouds in my lungs, no disguise.
Willy, Snoop, Chong in my brain,
Blues in my soul, trap in my veins.
[Verse 2]
Blunt like my attitude, ashtray overflow,
Lighter spark dance, got the morning on slow-mo.
Jimmie strummin’ riffs in the back of my head,
South dirty blues while the Midwest bled.
Sticky like sap, got me stuck in the chair,
Vision hazy, I’m seein’ smoke everywhere.
Breakfast of champs, eggs over easy,
Puffin’ my way through the day, feelin' breezy.
[Bridge]
Moonshine eyes, rollin’ up the next chapter,
Trap house gospel, smokin' every pastor.
Lungs on fire, gospel choir hummin’,
This the dirty South blues, Midwest drummin’.
Style
swampy guitar licksbluesdirty south rapand raw male vocalsdirty south rap with midwest trap house bluesfunkyrawgritty 808srap
Prompt
A raw dope ass funky dirty South rap infused with Midwest trap house blues about waking an baking utilize word play on snoop dog ,Willy Nelson, Jimmie hyndrex and Cheech and chong
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419GeneratedNov 22, 2025
ModelAria v5
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